Tonight my wife and I visited Elaine while looking over old photographs and recounting happier days. In some ways seeing ourselves at different ages and sharing old memories proved bittersweet. Much has changed in all our lives again just over the last several weeks.
This is our first Christmas without Mother. In our looking through the memorabilia together, I discovered a long forgotten letter I had written Mother. My letter had been written over 22 years ago following the death of her mom. In tearfully reading the letter aloud, the words of compassion and hope that I had sent Mother decades ago brought me personal encouragement tonight.
Losing a loved one close to a holiday is tough. One can bathe oneself in the warm memories via photos and letters with loved ones that rekindle the joys of former holidays. Such activities may be sad yet are important in wading through the muck of grief. My finding that letter tonight had not been a mere accident but a divine God appointment. Such occurrences as these shed His light and love down a dark night of the soul.